Mornings with this little guy are our time together. The time we don’t really have anything to do or anywhere to be. I love that we get to spend that time together, as I lounge in the best floral kimono robe. Generally we lay in bed together, watch a show, giggle as he drives tractors over the “hills” which are my legs and just have a slow moving morning. I am realizing more and more that my time with King as a toddler is growing shorter as he gets older and becomes more independent.
If I am being completely honest I still can’t believe that he is in preschool and I cry on my way home most days after I drop him off. I am not ready for him to grow up. I want him to say his funny words, play tractors, and giggle with me forever. I always giggled when people would say it goes by so fast, but it really does. The days are long but the years are short and that saying couldn’t be any more true lately.
He is getting bigger by the day, talking in complete full sentences, telling me story after story, and making me laugh all day long. I have no idea where he is learning the things he is saying but boy oh boy he makes me laugh harder than anyone. The innocence in a little one is like nothing else. He is so polite, always says sorry, and is still a little stinker most of the time. For a long time he overwhelmed me and stressed me out, now I have embraced his craziness, busy personality, and strong willed determination and it is one of my favorite things about him.
One day I am going to blink and he is going to be graduating high school, going to college, getting married, and having a family of his own. I can’t wait to see the person that he becomes, the lives that he changes, and what he does with his determination…but until then I am going to soak up the marshmallow tractor digging, books spread all over the floor, and everything in between because right now those are what really matter and nothing else.